Steven Universe is so gay.

Like, the show? Actually gay.

Does anyone else feel slighted about the order the alphabet is arranged in?

Because I've been thinking about it a lot lately, and I just -- what's the point?

It appears I will be staying longer than I first thought and staying at the Plaza is not ideal, beautiful as it is, but not ideal. Does anyone have a real estate agent that they trust? Or can point me in the right direction?

I, uh, don't know what people are up to this weekend but my art class is having a family and friends showing Labor Day Weekend. If you're interested you can come see some of the art I've been working on this semester.

If you'd like to come let me know and I'll give you the details. And if you want any of the art pieces just let me know. I'll make sure you get them after they've gotten their final grade.

Oh my GOD.
Michael Jackson is dead?!

Who's going to see Ghostbusters with me?

Holy frijoles, The Last Unicorn is on Netflix! AFK while I cry.

This is probably not the use they had in mind for this thing but I'm in a jam and I'm out of options.

Does anyone know where I can find a mechanic? Someone who won't ask questions about the equipment in the back of my van or go poking around in it.

Is this for real? I get told that there's some kind of message board for powered people, and now I'm watching messages from fucking Captain America asking people to come around to dinner.

This is the stupidest shit I've seen in a long time.

What is even the point of this thing anyway? Isn't this what a phone is for? Texting or whatever.

Fine. I'm Jessica Jones. Yes, the one from the news. No, I can't talk about my upcoming trial. No, I don't know who Daredevil is, or the Punisher. Just because he escaped from jail, doesn't mean I'm going to. I have nothing to do with that.

Other than that, ask whatever you want. If you bring me whiskey, I'll even answer honestly.